Friday, November 19, 2010

1400 or so miles later...

The sum total of yarncraft completed on the road trip.

I think we can safely say daily blogging and completed sweaters this month are out the window. When November began I hadn't planned on driving from Miami to Connecticut, or having a rather large and personable dog join the menagerie here, so, really, no complaints, the window has some fine if unexpected, views, along the road.

Bobo keeping an eye out from the motel in Georgia

Bobo was a model backseat passenger, and those hours of togetherness let me really bond.

Leo was good company too. I was tickled to realize that Bobo the American Bulldog is a version of Chance, from an old fave movie Homeward Bound, a 90's kidflick with Michael J Fox as the voice. I already told Bobo under no circumstances is he to take a cross country journey with an elderly golden retriever and a haughty cat.

Our theme, aside from driving hella fast, was grazing north.

In Florida, roadside citrus.In Brunswick Georgia, we got an inside scoop of favorite shrimp boats. We left town with five pounds of just caught shrimp on ice.

Further north in South Carolina, on this porch, we discovered a LOVE for boiled peanuts (edemame-ish) and in a thank-god-they-do-not-sell-these-up-north way munched on deep fried peanuts. You eat them shell and all. Sort of like a peanut wrapped in a kettle cooked potato chip. Also, thumbs up to benne wafers. And peach cider.

See what I mean, another blue eyed fellow, Bobo romped with him outside the peanut place.

At lunch, still further north, Leo polished off the $3.89 lunch special: 2 pieces of homefried chicken, bowl of rice with gravy and peach cobbler. (That really is $ 3.89, not missing a 1 in front.)

Spanish moss, Hipstamatic style. Psychedelic, baby!

Spanish moss, regular camera. Still kinda trippy, doncha think?

By 10 pm we were at my parents in suburban DC boiling up the shrimp, and by the next night, at home in Yankee territory.

I looove boiled peanuts! I've had them the few times I've been to SC. Next time I'm down there I'm heading straight for a shack that sells them. Bobo is cute. I thought of you when I saw a herd of sheep in Turkey and attempted to photo them, though I didn't get too close because I didn't want to annoy the sheepdogs.

Laura (and anyone else I offended), No, that is not what I meant,I got rid of that sentence, it was just further proof that I should stick to photos instead of verbal communication. Ironically (or maybe poetic justice), if you parsed that sentence the way I wrote it,not only did I infer that overweight diners were nice despite their girth but also saying everyone in the cafe except us was very nice. :-) .Which is how I sounded, right? Thanks for your comment.